Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.